At night in the Academy territory, you could feel a languid charm unique to that city, something you could never feel in the imperial capital.
Of course, the countless students who couldn't even leave the Academy and had been rotting away there for over a year would have a hard time agreeing with that sentence,
but to Gwen, a freshman who hadn't even been at the Academy for a week, it felt that way.
On the night of her first week since entering the Healing Department.
While countless students tossed and turned under their blankets, unable to bear the week's spicy, punishing schedule,
freshman Gwen couldn't fall asleep late into the night for another reason.
Scratch, scratch.
The fountain pen, which looked rather too expensive for her to use, given that she had a mercenary mother,
slid over parchment so expensive that a student's allowance could hardly cover it.
[To Archbishop Dormun]...
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